YES, IT'S ROCK STACKING SEASON

And time for other mindless silliness. Because it is finally SUMMERTIME (and the living is easy). The clouds are gone. The humidity is yet to return and the new crop of mosquitoes are yet to hatch.

So on this 4th of July, we need to relax. Sit in the back yard and watch the day.











Pass the time between drinks tossing tennis balls into a bucket...

until one hits the camera as it was timing down the next picture -- causing it to snap a serendipitous picture of the sky.

Smoke some ribs like the Texans do and toss a hot dog on the grill too. But before the blueberry cream cheese crumb cake can be eaten...


The space hot dog Columbia must be transported to its bun on the back of a 747 (looking suspiciously in this photo as an ear of corn)
[Unfortunately, tragedy struck just after this picture was snapped. As the cameraman was flying the craft and adjusting the camera setting for full motion, the 747 plummeted to earth in a disaster of hindenburgian proportions.

In the chaos that ensued, space dog Columbia somehow broke apart in two before also falling to the dirt and gravel strewn earth below. The scene was just too horrific to photograph.]


But we must not grieve too long because beautiful is still the day and blue is still the sky...

And sometimes disasters can be fixed with a little water such that those that seemed dead and departed can be brought back to life...

...only to be eaten !